Later, they talked again. Mike asked Mary how she felt concerning fidelity. She told him that as long as the pleasure lasted that was how long she would be true.
"But what about your mother, the orgies?"
"I can give them up," she told him. "I can take them or leave them."
"But won't you miss them?"
"Naw. They have no hold on me."
"Great," Mike said.
At this moment the couple wanted to be alone. Their presence at the orgy was embarrassing to both of them. There was no moral judgment involved, they just would have preferred to be alone.
Mrs. Pussie had overheard her daughter and Mike. She knew that if this thing was allowed to go on she would lose her daughter. Something had to be done. She had to destroy this budding relationship. She stood in front of the couple. Several other women joined Mrs. Pussie. These women pulled the naked couple to their feet. Mike's hands were tied behind his back and his ankles were bound together. They left him lying on the floor and started to work on Mary.
"What are you doing, Mother?" Mary asked.
"I heard your sickening and corny lore talk, darling. Don't tell me you believe that shit? You can't be that jaded, can you?"
"It's true, Mother. I do love him, I do."
"Garbage!" her mother touted. "You don't know the meaning of the ward!"
"Do you, Mother?" the girl asked mockingly. "You little brat! You dare to speak to your mother that way?"
"Yes!" Mary spat.
"You are choosing that man over your own mother?"
"Yes."
"Hold your tongue, or you will pay dearly."
"I can take anything you dish out, Mother!" Mary said in a sardonic tone of voice.
Mrs. Pussie was angry. She would show her daughter that this man could give her nothing that she herself could not give her. "He is nothing special," Mrs. Pussie told her daughter! "Look, his cock is not that big. What do you find attractive?"
"I love him, Mother. That is something you can't understand. You are too cruel to understand. You let your mind lead you in eroticism, let your body lead and you'll know what I'm talking about," Mary said.
"Bullshit!" Mrs. Pussie shouted, and slapped her daughter's face hard. "We will test your love then, my pet. We will see how strong it is, but if you crack you must promise me that you will return to me and forget about this thing you call love, understand?"
There was nothing she could do. Mary had to agree.
"Chain her to the wall," Mrs. Pussie ordered, and the women dragged the girl to the wall and fastened her wrists over her head with heavy iron manacles. Her ankles too were wrapped with the heavy manacles. The girl cut a striking figure in her bondage. Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch the chastisement of Mary.
"My friends," Mrs. Pussie began. "This witch has broken the code of sexual freedom. She has fallen in love. She has dared to place one above many. She has chosen monogamy over promiscuity. She must be punished and made to see the error of her way. She is too valuable a lay to leave the fold."
"Yes," those in the cell all agreed.
Mary was amazed at the amount of anger these people exhibited toward her! Only an hour or two before they would have done anything to have her. Now their attitude was disdainful.
Mrs. Pussie began the punishment. She stood in front of her confused daughter. In her hand was a mean-looking black riding crop. She whacked Mary across the tummy with it.
"Stop it!" Mike shouted.
"Isn't that cute," Mrs. Pussie said mockingly. "The big white knight is protecting the damsel in distress!"
"Shut up, Mother," Mary growled. "You're jealous because in all your years you've never found someone who really cares for you."
"You bitch," her mother spat, and stuck the girl across her breasts with the crop.
"Owwwww!" Mary screamed.
"Leave her alone!" Mike yelled at the woman.
"Gag him," Mrs. Pussie ordered. "I'm tired of hearing his whining."
A rubber cock gag was shoved in the man's mouth to quiet him.
Mrs. Pussie began the ritual by having a beautiful blonde-haired woman eat her daughter's pussy. In succession, four more women knelt and licked Mary's pussy. To her dismay, Mary could not stop her body from responding. She had learned the lesson of lesbian love too well. Her body writhed and squirmed under the manipulations of the artful tongues. She couldn't help herself. She was hot.
Her mother laughed. Mrs. Pussie felt the girl's cunt, it was wet and sticky with saliva and lubrication. "In love," the woman chided the girl. "Sure, you're in love, in love with pure raw sex – under any and all conditions. You're a slut, a tramp, nothing else. Don't you forgot that. You are a toy – my toy. I will do with you what I want; always."
Mary began to sob. The women were now jamming fingers up her asshole and were sucking a dildo in her cunt. One woman was on a chair and was feeding her breast to Mary. Her mother was right. Mary knew it. There was no need to fight it. She was a sucker for a woman's tongue, a woman's tits, a woman. Why light it? Admit what she was and enjoy the affair.
Confused, and frightened to learn about her true self, Mary took the woman's nipple between her lips and began to suck it. She couldn't really love a man. She couldn't really love anyone. She was everyone's and no one's. One person could never satisfy her. Her needs were too great. Her partners had to be totally perverted. One person could never be all of that. She was doomed to this limbo of an existence. She was a slave to this way of life. There was no other.
Her body seethed toward her climax. She sucked wildly at the woman's clit. She could hear the woman groaning because her violent sucking was hurting her. She paid no attention, went on with her sucking. The dildo was fucking in and out of her throbbing cunt. The stage was set, and Mary knew it would be an intense one. Warm female fingers were digging in and out of her asshole, and another bunch of fingers were pinching her thighs. One woman was slapping and pinching Mary's breasts. Another was kissing and biting Mary's tummy. How could she ever be satisfied with one man?
"Ooohhh… aaahhh," Mary gasped as her body exploded with hot gas.
"Love!" her mother spat later. "How can he compare to what you've just experienced? His powers are puny in comparison to what we can give you."
"Mother, you are always right," Mary whispered.
"Of course, dear."
The women then began to work on Mike. His legs were untied and female fingers covered his body. Here and there they stroked and caressed. One woman began licking his left foot. She began at the heel, drew her liquid tongue over the arch and the thick ball of his foot. She licked the big toe and then drew it between her lips to suck on it. When she had bathed his entire foot, she concentrated on his ankle and calf. Up his leg she went, licking his knee, his thigh. She turned him on his side slightly and licked his backside. She licked over both full cheeks. She tongued the start of the crevice, just below his spine. Her agile tongue ten licked through the crevice, stopping briefly at his asshole and moving on to his balls. She slid her searching tongue over the crinkled skin, feeling the heavy nuts inside move as she applied pressure. She drew his balls one at a time, into her mouth. The man's cock was rigid with desire.
Mary gazed at the man she loved. He didn't seem to care much about her at the moment. He looked like he wanted to get his rocks off, that was all. He was moaning and groaning on the floor as the women worked him over. The girl at his balls was now holding on to his stiff prick; she squeezed it and tugged on it as she continued to suck his balls.
One of the other women was licking his nipples.
Another was dipping her tongue in and out of his belly button. Another was kissing his lips. The woman at his balls was now licking the root of his cock, playing in his pubic hairs, nipping them. Her tongue moved up the thickness of his prick. She licked over the head. The man was writhing with extreme pleasure. She clasped the huge head of his cock with her lips and sucked the organ into the back of her mouth. Her head began to move back and forth as the cock moved in and out of her warm mouth.
The man fucked her mouth eagerly. He no longer cared about Mary or about anything. It was himself that was important. At that moment there was no such thing as love. There was only sensuality. There was a woman, a man.
Mrs. Pussie laughed inwardly. Love did not exist. She was sorry that her daughter had to find out about the facts of life in this manner, but it was best that she learn the truth now. She would have to make her daughter aware of the fact that all people use and exploit one another. That was all there was to life. There were the rulers and those who ruled. The ones on top. Use those on the bottom. Her daughter would have to make a choice. Would she want to be on the top or on the bottom? As a good mother, she would see that her daughter chose the correct way. She, Mary, was too valuable a piece of human flesh to lose to a stupid and sentimental emotion such as love.
The woman's mouth sucked avidly upon Mike's turgid prick. In and out of her liquid mouth his cock moved. The woman closed her eyes and waited for the eruption. She didn't have to wait long.
The man groaned as his sperm filled the woman's gulping mouth. She chewed on his prick, trying to milk it of all of his delicious semen.
Mrs. Pussie stared down at the man when he had returned to his senses. "And you think love and one woman can offer you more than what you have just received?"
The man had to admit that she was right. He stared up at Mary. She looked down at him. They both seemed to say that they were sorry, but her mother was right. It was nice while it lasted, Mike thought, but it was an illusion. Mary thought basically the same thing. She would never leave her mother. She would always be her partner, in bed and out of bed. She thought about her education thus far. She figured she had learned more in the last few months than many people tarn in a lifetime. She was thankful to her mother for opening all of these doors to her. She could never repay her mother far her kindness. Her mother was one in a million.
She wondered what was ahead for her? Would her life be an endless romp from prick to prick and cunt to cunt? This was when she missed Mike the most. Her mother might be right in saying that love does not exist but she and Mike did share something. For a time it was warm and wonderful. The acts with the others were the same, all right, but there was something warm with Mike. She had never felt it with any of her other partners. She didn't imagine it.
Her mother flicked her across the thighs with a whip to get Mary's attention. Mary turned her face toward her mother. The woman spoke. "Have you seen the error of your way, my child?"
Without a pause to think, Mary answered her mother. "Yes, Mother."
"Good. To reward you I am going to take you upstairs and let you have me."
Mary grew very excited. Her mother's sexual power over the girl's body was amazing. She only had to crook her finger, so to speak, and the girl would come crawling with her tongue hanging out. Her mother never wasted any time in putting the tongue to work either.
Mrs. Pussie handcuffed her daughter's hands behind her back and led the naked girl up to her bedroom. The orgy would go on without them. They would never be missed. Once inside her bedroom, Mrs. Pussie turned the girl toward her. She told her a story. A long time ago, she too felt the way her daughter felt about a man. It was fleeting, however. She explained to Mary that the marks of a whipping were more real than what she called love. Yes, she remembered the feelings. They were of a different nature than what she knew now. But having these feelings was like having a religious experience; it didn't happen with everyone. Sure, the feelings were nice, but they could not be summoned by command. If something could not be controlled, then how could it work for your benefit? One had to grasp the real things in life. One could not waste a life on the pursuit of such an airy thing as love.
Mrs. Pussie grasped one of her daughter's breasts in her hand. She squeezed the full globe. Mary winced slightly and gasped. Her mother's fingers were so strong, they hurt her. Two fingers then pinched her nipple. Then Mrs. Pussie tweaked both nipples at the same time. The girl screwed her face up with the pain.
"This is love," her mother said. Then Mrs. Pussie slapped her daughter's tummy, and then her buttocks. "And this is love," she repeated. "And this. And this! And this!" the woman cried as she spanked Mary's ass.
"Owwwwhhhh! Oohhhh!" Mary screamed. "I love it! I love it! I love it!" Mary cried as the wicked hand paddled her sensitive ass.
"I love you!" Mrs. Pussie shouted, her spanking ceasing. She began caressing her daughter's ass and soon her dainty fingers began to wiggle their way into Mary's juicy anus.
The girl gulped and moved forward slightly. She parted her legs to give her mother complete access to her body. Mary was beginning to get hot for mother's other hand became busy at the girl's cunt. Her fingers stoked over the swollen cunt lips, dipped inside her juicy vagina. The girl was in heaven with fingers in her cunt and asshole. Her breathing had increased and her body was hot with desire. This was love, all right. This was where it was at. This was how it was supposed to be.
Mrs. Pussie fastened her lips around Mary's nipple. Three kinds of stimulation were being applied to the girl's lovely body. It would not be long before she would explode with orgasmic delight.
"Oh, do me, Mother," Mary whimpered. "I love you. I love this… ooohhh… aaaggg…" Mary groaned, her body twisting and straining frantically against her mother's glorious hands. The woman bringing the girl more joy than any man could ever hope to bring her.
In a short time the couple was joined by some friends from the cellar. Mary once again became the sexual center of attention. It was as though these people had to rid the girl of her love fantasy. It was as though they wanted to erase it with their activity. It was as though they feared the feelings somehow.
Mary was tied spread eagled to the bed. Men and women used their mouths and hands on the girl. They fucked her, sucked her. They whipped her and beat her and she begged for more. She needed more. This was her life, to be their sex slave. To obey and serve, that was all she was good for. That was what she needed. She craved it all. Her mother had taught her extremely well. There would be no other loves for her. Mary was locked body and soul to her mother and her mother's ways. From this day forward her life would be lived to satisfy her mother's whims. And Mary would love even moment of it. She would know happiness in this way. She would fulfill herself.
She looked back at her life. She thought about the dicks that she had sucked and fucked. She thought about the women who had enjoyed her cunt. She thought about the come she had eaten. She thought about the whippings and beatings. Everything was drab compared to her mother's embrace.
The woman's mouth was glued to the girl's pussy, and with every lick and suck, every gulp and groan the woman sucked up part of the girl. She sucked up part of her courage, her being, her individuality. Passively the girl enjoyed another tremendous orgasm, produced by her mother. There was no escape. There was no end. There was only life at her mother's command. Was it heaven?